The job was a service project

After lunch today, Mike, and three of his friends showed up at our house with work clothes on and chain saws in hand. They wanted to finish taking down the fir tree in the back yard. This caught Bev and I by surprise, but we wished them luck, and in a couple hours the job was done. I offered them some money, but they refused payment, saying that the job was a service project. That was very nice of them, but we are considering several creative options to thank them for their generosity.      

Anyway, for the first time in several decades, I was able to see Lone Peak from the deck.  What a thrill!

They used a one-man lift to reach the upper limbs.  The trunk of the tree was cut into approximately two foot sections.  All the the scraps were transported to the curb where they could be hauled away by the city; however, the "scavengers" got the large sections, which was fine by me.

42 years ago, I planted this tree.  How do I know?  Because
 Rachel counted the rings on the stump.  Bless her little heart.